His light, thick, always smoothly parted hair, his wide, clear, inscrutable eyes, his carefully manicured hands, so full and firm, his fresh clothing of delicate, intricate patterns--how these fascinated her! He seemed always remote except just at the moment of doing something, when, curiously enough, he seemed intensely intimate and near.
One day, after many exchanges of glances in which her own always fell sharply--in the midst of a letter--he arose and closed the half-open door.

She did not think so much of that, as a rule--it had happened before--but now, to-day, because of a studied glance he had given her, neither tender nor smiling, she felt as though something unusual were about to happen.

Her own body was going hot and cold by turns--her neck and hands.

She had a fine figure, finer than she realized, with shapely limbs and torso.

Her head had some of the sharpness of the old Greek coinage, and her hair was plaited as in ancient cut stone.
Cowperwood noted it.